Kinloch Manuscripts, VII, 127; 24 April, 1826, from the recitation
of Jenny Watson, Lanark, aged 73, who had it from her
grandmother.
| 1 |
I lay sick, and very sick,
And I was bad, and like to dee;
. . . .
A friend o mine cam to visit me,
And Blackwood whisperd in my lord's ear
That he was oure lang in chamber wi me. |
| 2 |
'O what need I dress up my head,
Nor what need I caim doun my hair,
Whan my gude lord has forsaken me,
And says he will na love me mair! |
| 3 |
'But oh, an my young babe was born,
And set upon some nourice knee,
And I mysel war dead and gane!
For a maid again I'll never be.' |
| 4 |
'Na mair o this, my dochter dear,
And of your mourning let abee;
For a bill of divorce I'll gar write for him,
A mair better lord I'll get for thee.' |
| 5 |
'Na mair o this, my father dear,
And of your folly let abee;
For I wad ne gie ae look o my lord's face
For aw the lords in the haill cuntree. |
| 6 |
'But I'll cast aff my robes o red,
And I'll put on my robes o blue,
And I will travel to some other land,
To see gin my love will on me rue. |
| 7 |
'There shall na wash come on my face,
There shall na kaim come on my hair;
There shall neither coal nor candle-licht
Be seen intil my bouer na mair. |
| 8 |
'O wae be to thee, Blackwood,
And an ill death may ye dee!
Foe ye've been the haill occasion
Of parting my lord and me.' |
